Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.